accoustic rhetorics

sleeping while awake,

i see the smiling eyes,
rest on your face,
so familiar to disguise,
only if love could taste.

i am falling,
because i raise to see,
the reason in making,
because you are my deep blue sea.

can’t have you,
but i want you,
you push me away,
but ‘too late’ i say.

what can i do?
to have your love in peace,
pain is overdosed,
feeling my mind in pieces.

can’t love you,
for it hurts me badly,
don’t want to leave you,
coz it makes me crazy.

goodbye my love,
but love is too good to come by,
farewell my love,
but wish you knew i am just nearby.

why….Only if the sky is mine,
cry….If only you could be mine,
Lie….Never cross my mind,
Die….For it will rest my mind?

seek no vain,
pain is the weakness,
pleasure is the gain,
but no strength in its emptiness.

desire begins with no ends,
passion is the vision with no sense,
affection acts without cause and affect,
for pleasure you gain more pain than respect.

intellectual mind have no friends,
for the vain gains no hands,
pleasure for the soul worth no lands,
solitary is the peace of no mind to comprehend.

laughter is wise,
for otherwise nothing is nice,
pain has no humor in mind,
pleasure gains where silly lies.

philosophy is a heavy offense,
right or wrong has no ends,
only to find others in revenge,
individualism is the pleasure in painful defense.

so now let’s examine,
for act of life is living in action,
pleasure is as absurd as Garfield in making,
pain is the gain of silly Seinfeld’s collection. 

thunderstorm,

pale of the sunny face,

darkness in place,

hopes and wishes but cant’ play,

moody sky rains but sees no way,

people play hard to get,

but see no wrong on the funny weight at sight,

til the laughter pokes and burst into filthy wet,

for what gotten into them is harder then being right.

there is no simple answer to life,

perhaps to my complex mind,

i wish the love of my life can be of my side,

keeps me passionate and makes me wise,

perhaps this is the dream that keeps me awake

until i realize it maybe otherwise,

but who am i in denial? I wish the answer can be

as simple as who i am in kind,

for questioning is the reason to my autism,

if not the state of my paranoia and the fear of darkness

that keep my faith in subside,

the mystery of fate is not something i can see

what’s gotten in me from history,

my blindness becomes the sin of my ignorance,

the perfect tragedy given to an imperfect

exuberance,

wish that i can be forgiven to what can’t be forgotten.

if only life can be as simple as love for my muse and be

amused, reduce to no abuse or to be accused,

if only i can be a difficult dream catcher…..

Darkness,

fear of uncertainty in suspend brightness,

color of nothingness in hue,

prey to the predatory of abuse and being accused,

lost sight of faith to no review in destiny,

blind to what we get in subdue but we can’t see in sanity.

Greed in play, perhaps,

selfishness in replay on mishaps, 

but what we get used to we can’t see in its virtue,

for satisfaction is what we get in dignity with no sight in reduce.

Have faith is to be content in fate,

never ceased the desire to be passionate,

have feather with no hate,

for sense of humor never ceased to be affectionate,

patient is concentration in proving one’s honesty,

the key to the turnaround in one best delivery.

Darkness lies where truth lights

Brightness dies on heavy eyes

Madness hides beneath metallic wise

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when you get into a mood of judgmental hue,

you can’t see what’s right to pursue,

left with the state of being abused and accused,

for what you cant’ get is the meaning you see in blue.

love is blind,

for temptation is the eyes,

half the true sight,

for  desire is the white lies.

You choose to believe,

for what you see but you can’t get,

you opt to be betrayed,

by what got into you that you don’t see right.

Suddenly,

you see the right to revenge will do you no wrong,

eventually,

what left is the hatred you get so wrong.

now,

fate is in twisted play,

life is a drama in replay,

for it is the reason we live and pray,

destiny we have in faith for otherwise nothing on its way,   

When you are waiting,

you lost your sense of belonging,

when anger is not the option,

you choose to be happy with the wicked situation.

Life is a twisted play,

for what is right would found wrong in its way,

destiny is fate in replay,

for what is wrong would seek the right way.

What left is your virtue,

the faith you have to what is right,

what nice you can’t control nor subdue,

the wrong is never accused for faith will do you right.

is your personality that fulfill my desire, not the desire of which my personality

fulfilled,

is your sickness that takes my obsession with it,

for you do not know the pain of missing someone so dearly,

love is the beauty of which is not tradable, is not even exchangeable, is about two becoming one,

is you with all you have in sweet, sweeter, and the sweetest, 

liquidy and so pinky in transparent, full of wild imagination,

before the sun rises end with the full moon in set.

Dolly : You have an interesting mind for someone in programming…

Socrates : You mean i program my mind interestingly?

Dolly : No…your weird… you operates on your left and right brain matter in equal proportion. That’s werid. Pick one…

Socrates : so now i am weird ? not interesting ? 

Dolly : hehe…weird ppl are interesting.

Socrates : So are u weird too?

Dolly : I wanna be among the crowd… I’m into popular culture… think simple…I dun wanna be outside looking in….

Socrates : So you don’t want to be interesting?

Dolly : what excites you? I mean, what gets you really passionate about?

Socrates : To live.

Dolly : What sorta life? It’s a vague defination.

Socrates : I just want to live, properly.

Dolly : hmmm… but that is so idealistic, live by your rules is difficult….

Socrates : Well, it is difficult to rule without living.

Dolly : Interesting…..

Socrates : Well, that you have to be weird.

Dolly Hey, I reformed…say, a leader who leads by example leads by living, properly…

hmmm… very appealing.

Socrates : But isn’t that idealistic?

Dolly : It is, ideals are worth living for, it keeps life going and passion buring… anything that passionate have to be realised, sooner or later. But it takes courage…. a lot of courage and self determination… hmmmmm…. if one lacks the courage, ideals stay ideals….. that’s really sad huh,.

Socrates : It will be even more sad if we can’t live and alive.

Dolly : You think more than you feel huh….

Socrates : Well, to be alive is to be able to feel how i think to live.